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"Aunt, what do you want to see me about?" Fu Chen walked into the yard and asked calmly.
He turned sideways and called out to the busy figure, "Uncle, where's my brother?"
Lin Yu put down the bamboo rice porridge he was cooking, sat down next to Chong Ting, and poured himself a cup of tea. "That kid heard that there were a few more peach trees in Qiwu City recently, so he took Lu Qun and the others to pick some flowers! He said he wanted to use them to make wine!"
Putting down the teacup, she held her face and sighed, "That guy said the place is far and won't let me go!"
Peach tree? Fu Chen looked at Chong Ting, who pointed at Lin Yu, who was still sighing. He understood. He said, "I've heard of that place. It's right next to my mother's house. Do you want to go and take a look?"
Lin Yu was excited: "Can I go? Will it disturb her?"
Fu Chen shook his head: "Only the Great Elder and my uncle are with my mother. I'm sure she must be very lonely..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Lin Yu stand up, pick up the alchemy furnace in the corner and walk out. Halfway through, she stopped at the door and said, "The bamboo rice porridge will take another quarter of an hour to cook. You guys keep an eye on it!"
Only after he completely disappeared did Chongting burst out laughing: "You are becoming more and more like Miaosu..." She stopped laughing and tried to test him: "Now, have you finally let it go?"
lay down?
Fu Chen's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant, with a hint of paranoia in his eyes: "Master has only been dead for ten years. If I forget her like this, wouldn't I be a traitor?"
When they left Wuwang Sect, Lin Yu brought Su Rong with them to Qiwu City.
Her original intention was indeed to take care of Fu Chen for Su Miao, but in less than a month, Fu Chen's picky nature had disappeared, and not only that, even his bad temper had disappeared.
In ten years, he grew up to be the most outstanding descendant of the Phoenix Clan, and even the ancestors loved him very much.
The power of the Great Elder's party was gradually eroded by Fu Chen, and the Great Elder who had been sitting in a high position and arrogantly for a hundred years finally stepped down.
Relying on the support of his ancestors, he became the patriarch in less than ten years.
As for the former clan leader Fu Yi, he went to Qiwu and became a neighbor of Fu Sheng. The person who was taken there was the former great elder Feng Sheng.
Chong Ting was speechless. She had seen it all for the past ten years. This child was growing up quickly, just as Su Miao had predicted. The Phoenix Clan now depended on him for survival.
She pulled out a letter from the Wuwang Sect. "Daoist Wuju has often asked about you and wants you to return to Jianfeng."
During the past ten years, Fu An and his companions often followed Lin Yu and Chong Ting out, but only Fu Chen stayed in Qiwu City without moving an inch.
Fu Chen didn't take it, instead lowering his eyes and sipping the tea made from snow lotus. His love of snow lotus was a habit he had always maintained, and the amount of snow lotus sent to Qiwu City by the Wuwang Sect increased year by year.
He was still a disciple of the Wuwang Sect, and he had always been his master's apprentice. But he was reluctant to leave Qiwu City. Only here could he forget everything and immerse himself in endless affairs and cultivation.
After Nirvana's resurrection, he entered the third level of the Tribulation Realm. No matter how hard he tried, his realm remained unchanged. Even so, he still practiced sword every day, never daring to stop.
Chong Ting placed the letter on the table, leaned back in his chair, glanced at him, and said slowly, "It's not a big deal. I heard from Lin Yu that there seems to be a fluctuation of spiritual power on the sword peak..."
"Crack—" The chair slid across the floor. Fu Chen stood up, his eyes brightening. "What else did you say?"
Jianfeng had been sealed by everyone ten years ago, and suddenly there was a fluctuation of spiritual power, which made Fu Chen anxious.
He was delighted, yet afraid.
The fear was the same as before, except that the disciples were dazzled.
Chong listened with a half-smile and lightly tapped the table.
Fu Chen had no choice but to sit down, put his hands on his knees, and keep his back straight.
"The spiritual energy fluctuations are very weak. Sun Flame Immortal Venerable went to investigate and said it came from Frost Wind Mountain. So he wanted to ask you, did you leave anything there?"
Su Miao's death happened suddenly, and they were all immersed in grief. As for Fu Chen, they didn't see him most of the time.
The formation of Hanfeng Mountain was a sacrificial formation. At that time, Fu Chen was in Nirvana, and they all knew who Su Miao was doing it for.
Precisely because they knew clearly that they could not blame Fu Chen, and to avoid sadness, they had no choice but to let Chong Ting take him to Qiwu City.
Since this matter concerned his master, Fu Chen thought for a long time before shaking his head: "I didn't leave anything behind back then... Could it be the Beihan Sword?" His voice suddenly rose.
The fact that the Beihan Sword has a sword spirit is not a secret. At least the top leaders of Qiwu City and several peak masters of Wuwang Sect know about it.
Chong Ting knew the same thing, and she didn't deny her speculation. "The mountain was closed in such a hurry back then, what was left inside? Even Taoist Wuju and the others can't explain it. If it's the Beihan Sword, it might not be bad news."
The life contract bound to the North Korean sword can only be awakened by Su Miao.
Fu Chen understood this principle. He suppressed his inner excitement and asked, "Master, are they planning to open the mountain to investigate?"
The seal was placed by Fu Chen himself before he left, so he must be present if it is to be completely unlocked.
In contrast, Mitsuteru had more concerns in his heart: "From what they said, it should be, but I don't agree with this approach."
"Why?" Even after ten years, Fu Chen still didn't believe that his master was dead.
"You were deceived by that person back then, so how can you be sure that this time it wasn't his doing?"
Tiandao has been dormant for ten years, so it is not impossible for him to suddenly appear, especially when that day is approaching.
Fu Chen lowered his head in guilt: "It was my fault back then... but I still want to try." He raised his eyes, serious and determined.
He is a man of progress, he can stand up for himself, and he is not afraid of anything.
Chong understood his thoughts and twirled a strand of hair by her ear. "It's your choice whether to do it or not. Miao Su only told me to look favorably upon you back then. Now that you know that person exists, I believe you will make a wise choice."
Fu Chen sat for a while without saying anything, then walked outside with a cup of snow lotus tea.
He still had many things to deal with. The newly born phoenix eggs had yet to be placed in a good place, the development of the habitat was not yet complete, and the formations at the entrances and exits needed to be strengthened...
Thinking of this, he put the tea into the storage bag hanging at his waist. On it was embroidered a red crabapple flower, and a white bird was holding a corner of the crabapple flower, looking naive and delicate.
"Brother?" Feng Yi walked over and saw Fu Chen staring at something in a daze with his head down. He couldn't help but speak.
"I went to see my aunt and father," he paused, observing Fu Chen to confirm that there was nothing unusual, and then continued, "They are doing well in Qiwu. The sword energy left by the Immortal Venerable changed the climate down there."
Qiwudi is close to a volcano, and even the phoenix could not stand the scorching heat there.
Later, Su Miao arrived there and left behind a sword energy and formation, which changed the habitat and expanded the living space for the Phoenix Clan.
Fu Chen's eyes dimmed. He had never known this. Raising his hand, he touched the jade pendant in his clothes and smiled faintly: "As long as it's useful, Master would be happy if he knew."
Is the Immortal Venerable happy? Thinking of that extremely calm face, a coldness that could not be concealed even by her beauty, Feng Yi shook his shoulders: "Brother, you'd better stop talking!"
Rather than being happy about the Immortal Master, he felt that it was more likely that his aunt would decide to move up.
Fu Chen turned around with a cold face and walked outside: "Okay."
Feng Yi sighed and followed without any embarrassment: "Do you know why Auntie doesn't want to come up?"
"……Know."
"What is it?" Feng Yi asked.
Fu Chen paused. The bamboos were in bloom, the wind blowing the small, beige flowers everywhere. He reached out and caught a bunch, still covered in yellow pollen. "It's blooming! It's blooming..."
"Brother! You haven't said anything yet!" Feng Yi roared as he looked at the white figure getting farther and farther away.
"Feng Yi?" Fu An was unsure and elbowed Lu Qun beside him: "Is that Feng Yi the one shouting on the roadside?"
His brother is crazy too?!
Lu Qun was still looking behind him, and turned his head to take a look: "It's him." He continued to look at the master and disciple pair behind him -
Lin Yu chased Su Rong, carrying the alchemy furnace. Su Rong's arms were filled with peach blossoms. Every now and then, a flower would fall, and Lin Yu would throw it at the alchemy furnace. After being hit, Su Rong could only keep running, and more peach blossoms fell.
The deadly cauldron will fly faster.
A pill furnace flew over. Lu Qun pulled Fu An aside and shouted to Su Rong, "You can put it in the storage bag!"
Su Rong, while paying attention to the back, shook his head and replied, "It will affect the taste, it can't be put in!"
Lin Yu followed up and said, "Su Rong, try releasing one!"
After a while, the master and disciple ran into the city. After watching the excitement, Lu Qun glanced at the roadside and retorted to Fu An: "Where is Feng Yi?"
Fu An was also stunned. Although the master and apprentice had always had this pattern of interaction, it became more and more interesting every day. He followed along to watch the fun, and had no time to pay attention to a madman who looked like his younger brother.
Rubbing his hands, he bumped back, finally satisfied: "Isn't it just on the side of the road? Strange? Where are the people?"
A hand reached out and grabbed Fu An's clothes: "I'm here!"
"Damn it!" Fu An couldn't help but curse under his breath, but Lu Qun reacted quickly and kicked him away.
Lu Qun squatted down and pulled at the peach blossoms a few times. A dying red phoenix tilted its head back and gasped for air. He laughed and said, "How did you become like this?"
Feng Yi continued to breathe heavily, his voice intermittent: "My...my...tail feather..."
A kick came flying, and Lu Qun fell to the ground. He sat on the ground and roared: "Fu An! What are you doing?"
Fu An said confidently: "You stepped on my brother's feathers, so can't I hit you?" He stomped his feet, and Feng Yi began to breathe heavily again.
Lu Qun didn't care and kicked it...
There are green mountains and clear waters, and the air is full of spiritual energy, but there is no human habitation.
The sword spirit was very bored these days, but it didn't dare to disturb Su Miao, let alone disturb the Heavenly Dao.
No one could have imagined that the Heavenly Dao, feared by countless people, would actually be like that. It touched its neck and forced itself to forget its previous thoughts - the Heavenly Dao is not to be messed with!
Su Miao walked into the yard and saw the young man lying casually on a wooden chair. He frowned and approached: "Get up."
Tian Dao refused to listen and continued to lie down, even challenging him: "This is my territory, why should I get up?"
"Is this how the Fallen Angel taught you?" Su Miao raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes falling on Tiandao's hand. This man not only took her place, but also touched her herbs.
The Fallen Angel was the weak spot of Heaven. He lost his temper, threw away the ginseng spirit that Su Miao had grabbed from somewhere, and said stubbornly, "I didn't do anything bad! You are not allowed to complain to him!"
Su Miao looked at him quietly without saying a word, her black and white eyes filled with coldness.
The ginseng spirit burrowed into the ground in a wronged manner. It didn't dare to escape or resist.
“…Okay, okay, I’ll get up!” Tiandao was very reluctant, but had to get up because of the threat.
After casting a cleansing spell, Su Miao finally sat on it, propping up his face and saying slowly, "When will the Fallen Angel wake up?"
In fact, the Fallen Angel is not the sinner who killed the God of Heaven, but Tiandao is reluctant to reveal the true identity of this god, so she can only call him the Fallen Angel.
As the master of the Heavenly Dao, even if he didn't know the true identity, Su Miao guessed that the god had a high status.
It’s a pity... the fall left behind a disaster.
When Heaven fails to fulfill its responsibilities, it becomes a disaster.
Tiandao's tone weakened a bit: "Maybe it will take hundreds of years? Didn't you see the master in your dream? How about you urge him?"
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